I detailed in my most recent (cough, 9 months ago, cough) blog post what it was that first got me into photography. The journey was initially a slow burn, with smaller details adding up to form my present day interest. There was a time where I would never leave the house without a hulking DSLR strapped around my neck, for fear of missing out on a potential shot.
I’m afraid life and my photography have been the exact polar opposite for the last couple of years. Working a job on rotation away from home sapped a lot of the creativity, energy, and motivation I used to exude for the craft. I used to furiously research new photographic techniques, frequent photography message boards, and join in on local photography competitions. I would regularly bother close friends to be my subjects and to test lights and new ideas on. I even spent time building not one, but three separate whiteboxes on three separate occasions, simply to explore the idea of seamless backgrounds and product photography.
When Dave Brosha, international photography extraordinaire, left Yellowknife, he wrote a very long thank-you to the photographic community of Yellowknife, and he said something that has stuck with me and sort of haunted me ever since that post from a few years ago; “Chris, if you’d pick up your camera more than once a year you would be worldclass.” A comment below from another photographer I greatly respected from the community read “Agreed, Chris needs to pick up his camera more. He’s one of the best photographers I know.” Those two comments were gut-wrenching in a weird way, and thinking about them today makes me a little disappointed in myself for allowing something I loved to fall to the wayside so anticlimactically, so unspectacularly.
If you’re wondering what the point of this blog post is, well, you and me both. I’m not entirely sure myself. Writing is cathartic however, and putting thoughts onto digital paper just feels good. I think at its most basic level, this was a post written by me, for me. A reminder to myself not to be dissuaded from pursuing something potentially better, or happier, even if it’s difficult and requires hard work and dedication (and apparently a small helping of cliché). And that perhaps it’s never too late, even if for some reason you’ve convinced yourself otherwise.
I can’t wait to get home and get reacquainted with my camera.